2036 Chapter 1: The Plan.

1: The plan.

22^nd May 2036.

I drove the car into the space outside the den. It was more of a warehouse than a den. An old community centre that shut down after a lack of funding for the charity. Sad thing seeing a building that used to stand as a shelter for the poor just… abandoned… and moved into by some small organised crime gang. Actually, that part might be alright. ‘least the way Unger made it sound.

I locked my car and walked through the door. At the head of the huge hall sat 4 degenerates listening to 1 genius. He was probably talking about something historical, like the Bolshevik revolution or Iraq. Unger liked his wars, civil and international. He might have even fought in one, since he was in the army so long.

“Ah! Rhys! Good to see you. Sit down, the new guy brought coffee.”

My ears pricked up. So did my stomach’s.

I swiftly walked over to the group, smelling the sweet aroma of that warm life juice. When I got there, they were surprisingly all in mugs.

“This is Mr Rhys Smith, our driver. One of the best in San Fran.” Said Unger.

“Unger, they know who I am.” I responded.

“I know, but he doesn’t.” Unger pointed at a new guy I hadn’t seen before. He wore a red bomber jacket, a dirty tank-top, worn grey jeans and a pair of old Air Jordan’s. He was a tall bloke.

 “This is Mr Marcus Rhodes; he’ll be joining us on the job tomorrow.” Said Unger.

I held my hand out for a handshake, but the new guy gave me a funny look.

“What you doin’?” he asked. I awkwardly sat down in my seat.

We were all gathered around a circular table. To the left of me was Marcus, who seemed to have brushed off the handshake situation, and to the left of him was Lilian, tapping away at his computer, fully invested in his own world, or at least that’s what it looked like. Marcus looked to be annoyed by his almost non-stop touch typing. To the right of me was Scalp, arms crossed and eyes droopy, probably after another night of drinking. He was talking to Carmine, rubbing her chin and tapping her feet. Her arm had a large plaster on it, but I couldn’t tell what exactly happened, as it could be anything from a large bruise to a protection from the ghost of JFK. Carmine was one strange individual. Unger alone rose above the down to earth deminer of the others. He stood relaxed, planning away at his blackboard. His expression was borderline emotionless, but I could tell he knew what he was doing. Hell, Unger probably had a plan of everywhere he would step today that was written five years ago.

“Ok everyone, listen up!” he said. Scalp and Carmine stopped their conversation and Marcus gave Lilian a funny look when he didn’t stop typing.

The plan was about to begin.

“Through a mix of our collective thought and months of planning, we’ve got our plan. The bank we’re robbing is the UISC western bank, formerly the union bank. Around 10 months ago, a gang called the Uncle Toriyama boys…”

“What, like Akira Toriyama?” said Lilian.

“Inciteful Lilian, but I need you to focus.” Replied Unger. “Also, no, the creator of Dragon ball Z doesn’t have a criminal presence in the bay area.” Replied Unger.

Lilian sunk back into his seat and started typing again.

“Right. Anyway, the UTB are using the bank to launder money, taking it from its rightful owners. The bankers know this. They’re robbing these people blind, but they’re also using the bank to store their own money, a large amount of which was given to them by multiple private police organisations, more specifically IO and GodsEyes.”

“Why would the corps give a gang money?” asked Carmine.

Unger replied almost immediately. “Fighting against rival gangs and other private police. Giving them a good foothold in the criminal underworld. Supplying the “other” needs of their officers to keep them going. The UTB are IO and GodsEyes proxies, like North Korea or the NVA and Vietcong in the cold war. They use them as a way to indirectly fight their enemies and avoid major confrontation.”

“Now, here’s the actual plan. Rhys, you’ll need to drive Marcus, Carmine and Scalp to the east side of the bank. Carmine and Scalp will go through the main entrance disguised as IO lawyers trying to take out a loan of 500,000 dollars on behalf of Samantha Burgundy, IO’s head of law. I’ve printed identity cards that the bank will think are genuine. Then, Scalp will use this…” He held up a white USB stick “…to get Lilian access to the banks security protocols. Lilian will then hack the cameras in the main lobby too short out, leading security to the front of the bank. Lilian will then hack the remaining cameras to monitor Marcus, who will go in through the roof. He’ll take out any guards still monitoring the main vault. NON. LETHALLY… and Lilian will open it using the code I’ve given him. Lastly, Marcus will throw a dye bomb at the money, making it unusable. He’ll then escape through the roof in a change of clothes. Once your all done, head to the red Toyota Lynx in the North-east parking lot on level 9. Rhys, the keys will be in your car. Lastly, drive to the south part of Yerba Buena Island on the memorial overpass and you’ll find a boat with me on it. Put the money in the bag I put in your trunk and throw it down to the boat. Then, head back, and you’ll all get 100,000 dollars each. Any questions?”

“Just one.” asked Marcus “The kid next to me was typing the entire way through that presentation.”

“He heard.” Said Unger

“But he-“

“Michael. He. Heard.., See you guys tomorrow.”